But… Li Feng noticed that only her crimson eyes were different.
The light that had once shone so brightly in them was gone.
Now… they were lifeless, as if the owner no longer had the will to live.
It was Zi Yuanling.
"…"
"…"
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Zi Yuanling looked at him through those lifeless crimson eyes, as if she were seeing him and yet not seeing him at all.
The branches around her wrists tightened slightly when she shifted, but she did not struggle.
Li Feng stopped in front of the cell and looked at this familiar, yet… unfamiliar woman.
"…You're awake."
His voice was calm.
Zi Yuanling's lips curved faintly but it was not quite a smile.
"Envoy Li."
She sounded tired… too tired.
Li Feng's gaze swept over the bindings, then returned to her face.
He stood there in silence for a moment, then made a simple wooden chair from the branches and sat on it in front of the cell, looking at the woman bound inside.
The silence stretched.
